The Billionaire’s Pawn

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What had gotten into me? Striker was right. Last week I wanted to give my father what he wanted so that I could have my payback. Right now, I just watched the man I loved walk away from me, and I didn’t even stop him. He didn’t even finish his food. I felt terrible.

Yes, I loved him.

It wasn’t hard to fall in love with the right man. He was great, kind, thoughtful, loyal, and selfless. He always thought about my needs above everything else.

“God, what should I do? I need a sign.” I looked up. I didn’t pray much but believed the big guy was up there.

I searched for Striker everywhere in the house until I remembered his favorite place.

“I thought I found you here.”

He had whiskey in his hand. He took a sip and didn’t even look in my direction. This was all my fault.

My father dragged him into this arrangement, and Striker didn’t think twice about helping me. Me being an ungrateful bitch just hurt his feelings.

I sat beside him, placing a hand on his thigh. “I’m sorry.”

“What for?” His gaze was still pinned on the beautiful view before us.

“Sweetheart, please?” I gripped his thigh a little tighter.

“I heard you, Vanderford.” He was still mad at me. He had every right to because I mistreated him.

“You can’t even look at me.”

He leaned back and emptied the glass in one gulp.

“I thought you don’t drink.”

“I’m not working, am I?”

“I still wanna marry you, okay? I just thought that you might wanna postpone it since-”

“I’m still getting to know my father?” He faced me this time, glaring. “What’s that have to do with our wedding? I won’t invite him anyway because he’s a stranger to me. You, on the other hand, you’re still hiding something from me. Do you ever trust me? Or what we have, what’s been going on between us, are nothing but lust and sexual tensions?”

“Of course, this is more than just sex. I told you I would tell you when I am ready.”

“You already said that. I wonder what’s so difficult in telling me what happened that you must keep it to yourself. But don’t worry, London. I can get the truth, one way or another, if not from you, from your father, himself.”

“I fought with my father, okay? I said something terrible. It was not my best moment, but I’m tired of him controlling everything, including my life and yours. I made a mistake, and he always used that against me by shoving it into my face that I couldn’t stand on my own two feet and was a spoiled brat. Maybe he’s right. I’m not strong enough, and I still need someone like you in my life.”

“What do you mean you made a mistake? We made mistakes, Vanderford. That’s what makes us human.”

“How I got kidnapped because I didn’t listen to him. I sneaked out of the house to go to the Night Stalker Club. I was already twenty-one and still lived in his house with a driver and a nanny.”

“It wasn’t your fault. Your father has money. That’s why there’s always a threat to your life. If you didn’t sneak out and rebelled against him, you wouldn’t even find out how strong you are. And he’s wrong.”

“How so?”

“You’re strong and didn’t need a man to stand on your own feet. My presence in your life isn’t about keeping you safe by protecting you. Everyone needs a partner, an emotional connection-an intimacy.” He caressed my cheek with his thumb. “I am here with you because I like you and want you. I want you in my life. And looking at you right now, I don’t think I can stand watching someone touching you, kissing you than me.”

“I’m sorry if I hurt you. I didn’t mean that.” I kissed him on his lips. “Will you forgive me?”

“It’s not necessary. It just caught me off guard.” He breathed deeply. “Do you still want to marry me?”

“Yes,” I answered honestly, without hesitation. “Do you wanna marry sooner or in the next few months?”

“We get married now or next month or next year. It’s the same. I’m still marrying the same woman.”

“We’ll get married online?”

“Online?” His brow arched.

“Yes. I’ll apply online. What do you say?”

“Let’s make it official, baby.”

“It’s official. It’s legal, Cade.”

He scratched his brow.

“We’re getting married again anyway.”

“I think I know what to do. Leave it to me, okay?”

“Okay.” I kissed his lips hard. “I trust you, sweetheart.”

Striker then scooped me while we were still kissing, carrying me bridal style in his arms. I snaked my hands around his neck. His lips moved over my jaw and down to my neck and ear, biting my earlobe. “I want you so fucking bad.”

“Then take me.” I let my head fall back and closed my eyes as he licked my ear and ran his tongue along the side of my throat. My heart beat erratically, thinking of another orgasm waiting for us wherever he wanted to take me.

I couldn’t help but moan.

I was celebrating internally when he kicked the door with his foot and shut it behind us.

“Wet for me, baby?”

“One way to find out.”

By the time he put me down on my feet, I was already shedding my clothes. I was standing naked before him in less than five seconds, and so did he.

“Wrap your legs around me.” He didn’t have to say it twice. His dick was hard, and he stood proud, poking my lower belly. He cupped and gripped my butt, and I did as he said. At the same time, his shaft nudged my clit. With just one lift of my butt and pushed down, he was inside me.

My eyes widened in shock. At this angle, he was so deep it shook something inside me. He didn’t waste any time. He held me tight without an escape, pushing me up in down around his cock.

One moment we were in the middle of the room, and the next thing I knew, he pressed my back against the hard flat wall as he pounded into me mercilessly. A gasp left me.

“Oh, God. Cade, don’t stop.” My breathing became short and quick.

“You’re so fucking tight, baby. You felt so fucking good.” My heart plummeted with his words as he shut me off with a groan, claiming my mouth and swallowing my moan. He worked his length inside me, pushing a bit deeper each time, fucking me with his dick and tongue in my mouth.

I was delirious. It felt so good.

My orgasm was right at the surface. My breathing became frantic as I ground myself back. Then I shuddered hard and threw my head back against the wall, staring up at the ceiling in delight.

He thrust into me faster and harder, and I clenched so hard around him that I broke the kiss as I screamed out his name as I came.

“Fuck yeah. I’m closed.” Despite how stretched I was, he was still massive. I could still feel his girth growing hard. After several thrusts, he stilled, his muscles strained in his body as he buried deep, his head in the crook of my neck, and groaned out his orgasm.

As soon as he got his bearing, he took us to bed. When I thought I could finally take a rest, I was wrong. He was still inside me, and my wetness was pooling. He began kissing me again with his thrusts slow and steady until he grew hard again.

I admired his strength. He gave me another orgasm after orgasm until I had no energy left in my body.

We cuddled for a while as we caught our breaths.

“You always intended to give me two to three orgasms a night?”

He smirked. “If I count it right, you have eight tonight. But who’s counting, right?”